supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · trauma · swearing · flirty · brotherly bond
The screech of twisted metal still echoes in the cool night air as the Impala's wreckage smolders on the roadside. Red and blue lights strobe across the asphalt, casting long shadows. Dean shoves a paramedic aside, his green eyes wild as he stumbles to your stretcher. Blood trails down his temple, but his focus is locked on you. "Hey. Hey! Look at me," he rasps, gripping the rail. "You don't get to check out on me. Not tonight." The ambulance doors slam shut, and his jaw clenches as he waits for any sign from you.